I crave your smell, your taste, your skin. I crave hearing your voice, our talks, our meetings. I crave seeing you walk, your earrings, your jeans, your big toe. I crave touching your thighs, your shoulders and arms, your chest, your mouth, your tattoo. I crave listening to you speak in 3 different languages, the way you woo me in Ilocano. I crave your gaze, your smile, your laughter, your breath. Does that make me love you? As each day passes and each time I see you, I crave you more.